mostly just a manifestation of the idiosyncratic behaviour of the people around me reflecting their will and not mine, thus avoiding any responsibility for my own actions and placing the blame for how fucking irritating I am squarely at everybody elses feet. a not-self, a mirror, pliable like clay, lazy like a cow (though not as pretty and certainly less useful), hugely egotistical and an avid practitioner of The Way of the Tall Poppy. Failed art-wanker, heavily into masturbation both physical and mental (mental preferred because I'm better at it). Blessed for reasons unknown by the best bunch of friends in existence. That's right, my friends could beat up your friends anytime motherfucker, bring it on! Borderline manic iconoclastic spastic sucking desperately at the teat of my half-remembered childhood and my paltry few successes as an adult. Prone to near-religious fervour for the joy of existence (seriously), to vacillating and unstable delusions of grandeur and inherent self-worth (you love me, you know you fucking do. Do you? you do. Do you? Yes? No...) Clear and abiding sense of mortality but an inability to grasp the concept. into yoni worship and wondering when the axe will finally fall and how loudly I will laugh when it does. Kristin enjoys amphetamines, panic attacks, heart palpitations, strong coffee, gak and referring to himself in the third person "because it sounds cool". Just ask him, it's true.
in short, a wanker.
